Mother, my heart is lonely

Fuck it child,
Close your eyes.

Interconnected chains of rage

Speaking the language of a broken heart with words that break hearts
Breaking this loop is divine for the broken hearts

Reading the unread

Read incorrectly to be understood
Read correctly and oh lord...
Please don't let me be misunderstood.

On the unattainability of knowledge

Would you believe in seeing
If you knew that
You could be
ripping
someone
off
if you never saw them?

Or

Would you believe in blindness
If you knew that
You could be
ripping
someone
off
if you suddenly saw them?

Cheers to death...

In this never ending story of life
We get to carry each other home

Blowing winds

Blown away by the wind that blows away all those who blow away and never feel the blown away currents on their skin until they blow away. Ever been blown away? Let's get blown away together.

Tiger disturbations

fast-paces,
short-terms,
shallow-thoughts,
quick-tempers,

In depth, save the planet.

Happy Birthday Deeptime

I am settling down with you.

Eureka!

Doesn't matter who I am
It matters who I am in the reflection of your silent and unsilent mirrors.

Fish Dish

I know a fish named Fushi
banging herself to the walls of the ocean
swimming through the tides in motion
upstream is pleasing passion
downstream is regenerative notion
She fishes in the ocean
She fishes in the rough ocean
She fishes in the refined ocean.

narcisco

This post is the channel through which you grow
You can chose to stay,
you could also go
.
.
.
thanks for stopping by
on your journey to the glows.

Deeptime's flash of Wren's individuation through Jung's eyes of the conscious lover

How can I be grateful enough of the people who step in to my life? move out of it? Leave a foot-print and make me not be the same person I was yesterday? How can I be grateful and not fuck it up? Huh? Can I not fuck it up for one second? On the same note, this physical law comes flashing in my brain, that molecules in the universe tend towards disorder. Entropy has us and contains us. Order is not attainable unless there's investment of a lot of energy just before we fuck it up again people. Disorder comes naturally. Can we not fuck it up people? No. It is the fabric of universe. On the other hand, I will put my draining blood as a bet on this universe that love is its driving engine. It is all there is and was and were and...will be. Will be? Well, before it gets fucked up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck

Threat is imaginary
So is love
So is lust
So is power
So is need
So is fear
So is sadness
So is happiness
So is you
So is me
So is us
So is them
so is so
So free yourself up
Fuck everything but yourself
Fuck yourself
Fuck.

White ribbon

There is a thread
behind the mountains
entrenched in time and
carved in place that
even fabrics of universe
can not unbreak

Mother, tell me, mother

What is the price for freedom?
Solitude baby, solitude.
What about the price for solitude, mother?
Insanity baby, insanity.
Hush baby, hush.
Babies are Beautiful.

You are black and I am copper

Watching the flickering dance of candleflames
In the twisted cold silent dark nights
I realized that I may have been fully dead
But my soul playfully alive
Cherishing the black and copper horses
in the backyard of your soul.

Lingering Identity

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the real flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

Lingering attraction

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

Lingering nostalgia

The lightness of his gaze
made me forget
to pretend
to water
the fake flowers
in the vase
of my mind.

The primordial soup

Om A Na Ma Shi Va Ya Gum

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Delicious relish

I knew not
That socks are seen at night
The day they are worn

To ..

Children play with dice and poison
Cloud the joy and storm the wonder
Thunder strikes to preach the foul
Waterlillies grow on thirsty growls
Tears fall down in oceans of sand
Children build dams on bare lands
Gods of water surrounding earth
Have mercy on our unearthing births

Religion of a communion

Pregnant silences
Illusive soul Hyacinths
Dark warm colors of loud music
Complimentary lonelinesses
And a church in a church.

Dialectics of sensation

There is the thing that happens,
and then there is what happens from the thing that happens.